Page 78 of Puck Happens

“Yes!” I cried out as my fingers dug into the carpet, drawing out every second of that delicious blast through my body.

“That’s it, babe, come on my cock. Fuck, your pussy is so tight. Take it, take my cum. Ahhh fuck.”

I collapsed like a pancake underneath him and for a second took all his weight on my back. We breathed hard together. Our chests heaving in unison.

That was really it. That was my last orgasm with him. His last orgasm with me.

We were no longer people who would orgasm together.

He pressed a kiss to the side of my head and slipped out of me, still semi-hard. I hid my wince…I’ll be feeling that one for a week. I imagined feeling this ache in my pussy on Wednesday while he skated past me not making eye contact, and me wanting to cry.

Stop it. Stop it right now.

He choose the team.

I was choosing myself.

We both knew the rules going in, no sense wishing for something different now.

Dillon planted his hand on my butt to push himself to his knees. He stood and I heard him walk back into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

I was on the pill. Had been since I was eighteen. I could have told him that. Could have let him come inside me without the barrier, but in so many ways it felt necessary to have something between us. Even something as insignificant as a condom.

I was still laid out on the carpet on my belly, caught up in memories of the weekend and trying to reconcile them with the week ahead. He was undoubtedly already thinking of training and team meetings. Preseason games started in two weeks and his head would go right back to work.

“Babe.”

I ignored him.

“Liv.”

I wasn’t listening. He was going to say that we had to get back. He was going to say we had to get dressed and we had to leave. I knew that. It was an hour drive back to Portland. If we left now, I would barely have enough time to shower, change and get to the practice facility on time.

I needed to move. I needed to get up and get on with my life.

This was over.

“Liv,” he said again, this time more gently. He ran his fingertips over my back and I knew I was emotional and not thinking clearly, but that touch felt like pity.

Hell no.

I scrambled to my feet and started to walk by him but he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said, even as I smashed my face into his big beautiful bare chest. His penis was touching my hip and I was happy again.

“Yeah. Stay in there until I leave,” he said, and pressed a kiss on the top of my head.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t leave if I’m looking at you.”

I nodded but didn’t say anything.

“We good?” he asked,

I still didn’t say anything.

“Liv?”

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